1 Poetry

fool stop.
if i go on, out of sheer buoyancy,
the heart will decide to die
at the point of contact; immediate
and then some,how shimmer apocalyptic:light
that i know damn well is blindness.
so i keep still.
if i seem closer now, like white words on sky,
ushering you...

while i sleep,
these girls move from their walls,
climbing away
and they play at clothes.
their toes soft and quiet in the grey night;
not a sound while they kiss,
fragile lips drinking
cupping raw silent water
and circling with kitten fingers the red stars.. .
and then the...